Lloyd's.
No alteration took place in the condition of the slaves, in consequence of these deaths, yet I could not help feeling less secure, after the death of my friend, Mrs.Lucretia, than I had done during her life.
While she lived, I felt that I had a strong friend to plead for me in any emergency.

Ten years ago, while speaking of the state of things in our family, after the events just named, I used this language: Now all the property of my old master, slaves included, was in the hands of strangers--strangers who had nothing to do in accumulating it.

Not a slave was left free.

All remained slaves, from youngest to oldest.

If any one thing in my experience, more than another, served to deepen my conviction of the infernal character of slavery, and to fill me with unutterable loathing of slaveholders, it was their base ingratitude to my poor old grandmother.